So after agreeing to the trip I am now having doubts. The problem is I have already paid for her flights. Around £300 for the flights. I may get a refund on the cheaper one which is about £70 but not looked into it properly. They are in her name so not sure I would get the refund even though I used my card.
I have even offered her the flights as a present so they at least will not go to waste but she is not keen on the idea.
Not sure whether to plod on with and make the best of it or just write off the money and put it down to experience.
What's gone awry with your scheme?
I've only done it once (at least, departing from the UK) with a lovely, then London-based Slovak gal- inviting her to join me over in Zermatt for 2+ nights, a decade or so ago. She seemed very pleased with the arrangement and told me often afterwards she was grateful for it and glad we'd done it. I think I got a good many extra airmiles from her on account of it over the following year or two that I was a regular of hers. Her German was better than mine, which was an unforeseen boon in restaurants, and although it was expensive for me, it was a bigger treat to wake up to her, and spend time in her company in a more organic way than my habitual 2 hours would normally allow. I had made a fairly big point of telling her at the outset that she should actively take herself off for 2-3 hours a day for her own amusement or solitude to re-charge her batteries (and would recommend that you might might do the same). In the event, I was quietly thrilled when she decided not to, and we were pretty much together the whole time, even when not in deep coitus.
I'd do it again, but have never quite got my act together since, despite the likes of Ski-bunnies having what looks to me like a very appetising little offering, if that's your jam. Oh, wait! that reminds me -
I very nearly did use them, just last year...
A buddy had booked a Bond Villain's lair- 7 beds, roof-terrace, fire-pits, gym, saunas, pool, bar, with personal live-in staff attending and on call for your every whim - the whole shebang- all on its own at the top of a well-known and fancy mountain area. He was inviting me and several friends and the idea was that we'd ski in the day and bang a bunch of hookers shared between us in the evenings. I think he lost his nerve at the prospect of one of the others inadvertently blabbing to their wives, so with only four days to go he said 'just take it yourself'. I was on to Ski-bunnies in no time, having long wanted to take a moderately well-known porn star, who's on their books and a decent leisure skier too, with me, should the opportunity present itself. The agency rate was very reasonable at around €2,500 for just over 2 nights, and after a few enquiries, it transpired that she was available and liked the sound of the fancy resort this den was located atop, and so with 72 hours to check-in, I was very much looking forward to trying to re-create some of her more adventurous behind-the-scenes scenes, and speculating on adding some choice Director's Extended Edition cuts of my own.
But the devil gets to work with idle-minds; Bitcoin was not at that time looking so rosy-cheeked as it is today, and in the run-up to the 48hr deadline for notice, I'd begun to ruminate on all the incidentals that tend to annoyingly balloon the cost of such jaunts. It also occurred to me that since I'm already on the hook with a monthly stipend to my English SB, who can't ski for toffee and is a teetotaller too, I'd save myself the agency fee, equipment hire, lift-passes and the buckets of champagne that tend to pass as hydration-routines for hookers, if I instead invited her... which I did.
SB and I have been together for some years, so despite the reasonably glaring age-difference, and her marked athleticism vs my dad-bod, there's a natural familiarity and rapport between us which can throw off at least some of leering glances our little breaks together can sometimes attract. It was only on the second night, and after speaking with our service staff and the owner that I realised just what a close-call I'd had. At least two-thirds of them were all late-20s/early-30s types from the same small Mittel-European state as the aforementioned porn performer - where she's almost certainly a minor celebrity among their demographic for her enthusiastic foursome bum-fun online extravaganzas. Having a crew of horny young in-house waiters and chefs-de-partie knowingly letchering after my personal entertainment unit was not a bargain I'd have wanted to strike. Still, I don't have to go back to that particular pad, and Winter is coming, so...
